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tomorrow. I dont propose to keep in camp Sundays when we get on the lakes. Sept. 10. We left our camp early yesterday morning and embarked with all our belongings in the birches, each having a birch and a man to paddle it and entered Quakers Lake which is merely a broadening of the West branch. It was delightful sailing along through these solitudes and the sweet early morning and the exhileration of entering upon such scenes disposed us all to a sense of happiness and pleasantable expectancy. At the end of two miles we came to rapids of a mile around which we walked while the men poled the birches and their cargo up to the dam where they took a part one of our stores yesterday and where we awaited them. Here was a great dam with gates and log ways most substantially constructed and a log camp with tools and a blacksmiths forge. On a table in the house some postal cards had been left by an upward bound party with the request that the first party passing down would take them to Medway and mail them. Will Osborn has amused himself and us vainly trying to shoot a duck. Presently the men came up. The stores were unloaded on this log flume and the birches drawn across to the water [[above?]] called North Twin Lake, where they were again loaded and we got in and proceeded on our delightful journey. The sun shone very hot and the water was perfectly still and one little [[?]] responded to us from the crystal depths. From North Twin we passed into